Mountain
It’s really just one of those days not even French poetry would properly describe.
Lethargy.
My So-Called Life XIV: Things I want to do (before I die)
- Play horn and trumpet again
- Learn to play the piano
- Become a pharmacist
- Be able to live in a little humble house without the picketed fence. Or an apartment.
- Pay off my student loans
- Research
- Watch Canada turn into a completely diverse country, and have children that won’t have to debate if they like being a hyphenated Chinese or not.
- Visit India. Gaya, if I’m safe to. Kashmir, Kolkata/Calcutta, wherever it may be.
- Visit Thailand, or Iceland, or both. Or everywhere.
- Marriage
- Become a professor.
- Learn what really happened to the Hakka.
- Learn how to speak Hakka. Mandarin and Cantonese too. Can add Japanese as well.
- Learn how to speak French and Spanish fluently.
- Own a cat I’m not going to bust out in hives with.
- Find or see a true panacea for cancer
- Grow old with someone that will actually love me back.
- Find a ring with some sentimentality behind it
- Find a job that’s actually related to what I’m studying.
- Know that I could save a life
- Find more ambience
- Lose weight. Again.
- Find courage to be alive, at the very least.
- Create an elaborate, beautiful web design for once.
- Create a library of books. Not just literature.
- Meet Sarah McLachlan and Skye Edwards
- Have the confidence and the body to actually go to the beach
- Not be afraid of bodies of water
- Not be afraid of spiders
- Be able to play a sport
- Learn how to cook outside of stirfrying and steaming
- Eat wontons my mom and dad used to make
Sex irrespectively (oh how crass)- Not feel fatigued
- Sleep
- Bungee jump
See what the USA really is about.
Is that too much to ask?
Morning
I woke up one morning, disfigured by oversleep from catching up on the 4 hours of sleep I got the night before, silently confessing to myself from what came from the crypt.
I open up my door and find the entire house upside down. Chairs upside-down, keyboard upside-down, jacket cuffs taped together, and dining room chairs flipped.
I saw a note on the floor of my room, and I remembered.
“Thanks for the April Fools, mom.”
Bounce
I am no connoisseur of relationships or love. But with a juvenile heart and a clear mind, I’ve kept my head forward through what became years of unnecessary loitering in a never-ending, crumbling spiral staircase. Who is the recipient and who is the deliverer is not significant. How it became this way is.
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.